II saw a furry look upon her face,
She grew her stubbles, just like mine.
She had that stubby look that had no place,
Was more than bubbles in that wine?
Did do I crossed in love to gay?
Was I now queen just for a day?
What did I do was I with wonder guy?
She's growing stubbles just like pine.
Indeed was chemistry, 'tween she and I,
'Cause she's got stubbles, blows my mind.
She used and loved me like a ho,
Think I'll say so long now bro,
It's just so shocking, my crack got caulking,
Under the covers, yew...

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What do, I crossed over to gay?
I let this queen blow me away.
All she did give me was a sore behind,
Before the stubbles, she looked fine.
It's just this queen wants be my friend,
How could she be so pretty half nude?
But be a dude?
She was dressed crossed, dressed crossed, dressed crossed. thought little girl viewed.

They'll be another place, another time,
I'll watch for stubbles, and the wine.
Won't burst my bubble with a vine.
No more be tumbled from behi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-nd.